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See my lips tremble, and my eye-balls roll,
Suck my last breath, and catch my flying foul!
Ah no-in facred vestments may'st thou ftand, 325
What dust we doat on, when 'tis man we love,
Bright clouds descend, and Angels watch thee round,
May one kind grave unite each hapless name, And graft my love immortal on thy fame!
VER.343. May one kind grave etc.] Abelard and Eloïfa were interred in the fame grave, or in monuments adjoining, in the Monaftery of the Paraclete: he died in the year 1142, fhe in 1163. P.
Then, ages hence, when all my woes are o'er,
Glance on the stone where our cold relicks lie,
The well-fung woes will footh my penfive ghoft; 365 He best can paint 'em who fhall feel 'em moft.
THE following Tranflations were selected from many
moft part indeed but a fort of Exercises, while he was improving himself in the Languages, and carried by his early Bent to Poetry to perform them rather in Verse than Profe. Mr. Dryden's Fables çame out about that time, which occafioned the Tranflations from Chaucer. They were first separately printed in Mifcellanies by J. Tonfon and B. Lintot, and afterwards collected in the Quarto Edition of 1717. The Imitations of English Authors, which are added at the end, were done as early, fome of them at fourteen or fifteen years old; but having alfo into Miscellanies, we have put them here together to complete this Juvenile Volume. P.